I’m back from a joyful and somewhat painful event!

When you spend about ten hours a day on the bike, pedalling away like a nutter, the mind plays tricks on you. At least mine did. I was busy trying to stay in the moment; not think ahead too much and certainly not beyond the next refreshment stop and my preoccupations became slightly bizarre to say the least. One was this –  had Saeed Manana (an Arab owner of racehorses) been strongly influenced in his choice of racing silks by French roadsigns?

The other recurring theme became a list. A never-ending list of pointless items that seem to get manufactured in some mysterious and warped factory despite there being perfectly good and sensible alternatives made anyway. For example – white hotel kettles that boil in their own time, orange juice that comes out of a bottle and tastes nothing like orange juice, railway signs that say “Kensal Rise – Temporary Sign” (actually that was when I was on the train with the bike but I was thinking about cycling) and finally the design of public places and transport’s soft furnishings and upholstery, which I consider to be the products of truly disturbed minds.

Je ne comprends pas!

Je ne comprends pas!

More on the actual cycling later…

Posted on July 27, 2009, in Cycling., Food, Horse racing and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

    • Well that leaves today for training and then I’ll have to fly there tomorrow!

      We’ve had the Arctic conditions for training purposes though…

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